The freezing sea mist rolling over the iron planks of the boarding pier violently swirled, torn apart by the aggressive, synchronized hum of the three linear railguns. The high-intensity blue targeting lasers painting Lin Fengās plain gray hoodie remained perfectly stationary, casting a sharp, sterile glare across his calm profile.
Behind him, Han Xue and Bai Qingxi stood like frozen monuments against the dark coastal backdrop. The corporate heiress didn't pull back into the defensive bunker; her sharp pale face reflected an absolute, razor-thin anticipation. Beside her, the successor of the Northern Frost Sanctuary stopped her internal
Frozen River
circulation entirely, her clear glacial gaze fixed on the youth's loose, unbothered posture.
"Final notification to Independent Registry Asset," the modulated voice from the lead white-clad paladin rasping through the communication line. "The spatial grid is fully cordoned under Code White foreign administration. Your container is officially out-indexed by the Western Sanctum's heavy mechanical torque. Relinquish the telemetry codes, or face immediate molecular liquidation."
Lin Feng didn't extract his hands from his jacket pockets. He slowly took a single step forward, his sneakers making absolute, non-mortal silence against the wet iron.
"Your directory spent thirty years bolting composite titanium into your cells," Lin Feng said softly, his smooth voice carrying a deep spatial resonance that easily cut through the roaring coastal gale. "You think that by compressing mechanical torque and calling it a void-grade harness, you can rewrite the evolutionary laws of the bedrock. You don't understand that when a true dual-loop cultivator claims the gate, your armor suits are no more resilient than common brittle clay."
"Execute the liquidation protocol," the lead paladin commanded flatly.
The response from the three towering vanguard mercenaries was instantaneous and automated.
The wrist-mounted linear railguns violently whirred, their high-frequency magnetic rails compressing the ambient pre-awakening Qi into three hyper-dense kinetic slugs moving at six times the speed of sound. The compressed-air back-draft caused by the volley was so immense that it instantly shattered the thick composite planks of the pier, throwing a massive spray of ironwood splinters into the dark water below.
The supersonic kinetic slugs closed the ten-meter distance in a fraction of a millisecond, aimed flawlessly at Lin Fengās throat, center chest, and lower lumbar line.
Lin Feng stood perfectly loose, his bare feet anchored flat against the vibrating iron frame. He didn't execute a speed evasion art, nor did he invoke an external spiritual shield from the memories of his past life.
As the three white-hot kinetic slugs made direct contact with his bare skin, Lin Feng simply let out a flat, steady exhalation through his nose, activating the stabilized dual-loop circuit of his
Qi Circulation ChannelingāStage 2
foundation.
BOOM!
A devastating, bass-heavy kinetic explosion detonated outward from his torso.
The sheer displacement of air pressure was so massive that it violently blew the entire coastal sea fog three hundred meters away from the harbor line, clearing a perfect, dry vacuum sphere under the dark overcast sky. The heavy concrete observation decks of the Coast Guard Fortress behind them violently groaned, deep structural cracks splitting the masonry down to their watermarks.
But the three paladinsā lens displays instantly flooded with a chaotic cascade of scarlet system alerts.
Lin Feng hadn't shifted a single millimeter into the iron planks. His hoodie remained completely untorn, free of any friction scores or chemical burns. The immense, world-shattering kinetic payload thrown into the strike hadn't penetrated his cells; instead, the moment it hit his flawlessly scoured
Du Channel
, the energy experienced an unconditional, total structural reflection.
CRACKāSHATTER!
The three supersonic kinetic slugs violently disintegrated into hundreds of flying magnesium sparks that instantly melted the paladins' own titanium face-plates. The immense kinetic feedback traveled straight back up the magnetic rail lines, completely stripping the internal hydraulic gear manifolds inside their shoulder actuators and tearing their augmented bone matrices into a bloody, smoking shred.
The three towering mercenaries staggered backward simultaneously, their white tactical power armor bursting at the seams as hot synthetic oil sprayed across the pier blocks.
"An Anomalous Mass Baseline!" the lead paladin screamed, his modulated voice dropping its institutional poise as his visor frantically tried to recalculate the telemetry. "The target's skeletal density is absolute! Do not engage in a physical contest! Force a manual overload of the maritime node'sā"
Lin Feng didn't allow him to finalize the command line. He calmly pulled his right hand from his utility jacket pocket, his porcelain-smooth knuckles flashing with a profound, temporary silver-white pearlescent luminescence.
"Your ledger is officially empty," Lin Feng whispered.
He didn't execute an intricate martial arts sequence. He simply closed his fingers into a loose fist and delivered a short, compact, three-inch straight punch directly into the thick white steam separating them.
...
The explosion was entirely self-contained. The liquid current of his Stage 2 geocentric fuel traveled through the atmosphere like a high-voltage hydraulic press, completely bypassing their titanium armor shielding to cleanly neutralize their core internal battery storage packs in less than a millisecond.
The three white-clad paladins violently shuddered once, their blue geometric insignias instantly darkening into absolute vacancy before their massive ten-ton frames collapsed heavily into the grey volcanic mud of the low-tide line below.
Thirty seconds after the volley had opened, the Jiangnan pier fell back into a dead, suffocating silence. Far out on the horizon, the three towers of pure violet light loop pulsing from the Western cruisers violently flickered, their high-frequency energy-dampening matrices experiencing a sudden, heavy pressure drop as the vanguard signatures were permanently zeroed out from the national ledger.
Lin Feng calmly walked past the smoking debris, his steps making absolute silence against the iron rails as he reached the absolute edge of the pier. He looked down into the dark, churning coastal water where the primary maritime grand rifts were actively pulsing with a deep purple smoke.
"The frontline is scoured, General," Lin Feng murmured smoothly into his unbranded transponder, his vacant, bottomless eyes reflecting the infinite geometric expanse of the changing blue horizon. "Authorize the coastal artillery trucks to open fire. The global arena belongs to my blueprint."